Vicky Merriman

“If you come for her on campus, it will be your blood on the stone. That’s a fucking promise. Am I clear?”
― Penelope Bloom, Unbound

“Anything you have to say to her can be said in front of me,” Raith states, voice deadly calm. “Is that because you’re too dense to comprehend it, or because you fancy yourself as some sort of guard dog?” “Maybe come closer. Find out if I bite.”
― Penelope Bloom, Unbound

“The larger male is as wild and rugged as the mountains where he must have come from. He is tall, with a strong jawline, and his muscular body looks like it is carved from rock. His unkempt hair is dirty-blond, almost the color of straw, and it’s shorn closely to his head at the sides in a style I have never seen in the south.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Wolf King

“In this world, the blues are sharper and deeper—eye-watering in their intensity. It stands on two powerful hind legs, long serpentine body erect with forelegs that end in three deadly curved claws. The tail winds behind its hind legs, curled and tipped in a barb of scales that gleam wicked and pure black like obsidian. Its head is as large as my whole body and dragon-like, with two elegant horns that sweep back with a single twist. The wings are veined and tipped in those same obsidian colored spikes, nearly translucent as the beast spreads them wide and lets out a terrible roar that shakes my insides. The fire wolf snarls, the sound seeming impotent compared to the roar. The water dragon lets out a low, clicking snarl as it prowls to the side, its size dwarfing even the big wolf.”
― Penelope Bloom, Unbound